Somewhere in Germany...
He was in hell. Christopher Redfield was officially in hell. It started in raccoon city in 1996, when he meet the devil himself. Not long after the world of Bioterrorism began to haunt him. After all the betrayals, deaths, pointless blood spilled, leading him down the path of self-hatred. His only source of comfort being the poison he drank from a bottle. It couldn't take the pain away of letting another person down, but it could help numb it. Now? Now he was sitting across the table from a smug looking blonde bastard. He hated him. And At that moment, he hated Claire and Jill.
He didn't need an intervention, what he needed was to stop wasting time and to find Piers.
"You think I don't have it under control?" Chris jerked back from the table and rose unsteadily to his feet. "You don't think I can stop any time I want?" He grabbed a half-empty bottle of water and started to raise it to his lips.
Leon stepped forward and slapped it out of his hands. The bottle sailed across the room and shattered against a cabinet.
"No, Chris. I don't think you can stop on your own." Jill moved to embrace him, but Chris stepped back, right into Leon's arms. "That's why Claire asked him to come. We thought you'd listen to him where you wouldn't listen to us."
Chris tensed and started to move toward her, but Leon kept a tight grip on him.
"I trusted you!" He yanked against Leon's hold.
Jill met his gaze bravely. "I was worried about you." She put her hand on his face and stroked it tenderly. "I don't want you to throw your career away. I don't want you to throw us away. Or push the only family you have left away"
Chris spat out a derisive laugh. "There's not going to be an 'us' after this, I can tell you that."
"I can live with that," she said, her face impassive and voice calm, "as long as you get cleaned up, I don't care."
"There's nothing to clean up. I'm fine." He finally broke free of Leon's grasp and went to the sink. He filled a glass from the sink and drank lukewarm water.
"Well, if you think there's nothing to clean up; you haven't looked into a mirror lately." Leon reached into his pocket and pulled out a compact with a photo of a beautiful blonde haired woman on one side and a mirror on the other. He held the mirror in front of his face.
Chris looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before pushing it down.
"I don't need you to tell me how I look." He knew he looked like shit. His hair was long and greasy, and he couldn't remember the last time he shaved.
Jill smiled tightly and pulled another photo out of her pocket. "Then you already know that you look like death. How would you feel if it was the other way round?." She jammed the photo into his hand. It was a photo of him and Claire as kids, it was taken before their parents died.
Chris stared at the photo for a few seconds that stretched into a minute, then more.
While he was distracted, Jill moved some of his belongings, anything he could smash. The other bottle of whiskey, along with a sticky looking glass. She also pocketed Chris's gun.
"C'mon, Chris, come back to America with me." Jill put the photo back into her pocket. "Claire will be happy to see you."
Chris shook his head. He waved his hand at an unopened stack of letters. Since Piers was taken he had become obsessed with finding him, and stopped paying attention to anything else.
"He hasn't opened any mail for a few months," Jill said. "I tried to tell him what was happening, but he wouldn't listen to me anymore."
"I've got to get to work," Chris said. He staggered to the table and started searching through the mess for something. It was like watching a car crash about to happen, the older Redfield was going to crash and burn.
Jill shook her head sadly. "No, Chris; you don't have to work today. Don't you remember? You were suspended last week. The Doctor was concerned for you and didn't want to see you die. Either because of you drowning your own liver, or dying out in the field because you aren't thinking straight."
"Get out!" Chris screamed. "Get out! Don't come back!" He dug frantically at his table again.
"You may not love me anymore after this, but I think you'll appreciate me later." She opened the door, two medics came into the room. "I'm really sorry Chris, but you need this more than you realize."
They watched as Chris was dragged off to rehab...how the mighty have fallen. Leon sighed, "are you okay?"
Jill nodded, "I will be fine. Chris won't be for a while though...has Claire found anything?"
"Yeah she has, I'm not sure what yet though. She couldn't tell me over the phone. I'll you know once I've found out", Leon went to the back of the door to pick up his jacket. "I'm sorry Chris wouldn't listen to me, but lest now he can get professional help".
Jill agreed, and thanked Leon for attempting the impossible. Trying to save Chris Redfield from himself.